Chapter 5 My Sister, Never Wronged

On one side of the living room, Lucas Jennings sat expressionlessly in a single-seater sofa, a water ring forming on the table in front of his teacup.

After a while, he slightly turned his eyes toward Lucas Jennings, speaking calmly, yet he asked, "Scarlett is my daughter, my daughter, isn't she worthy to be your sister?"

The boy, who just moments ago was brash, was visibly cowed now.

"Uncle, I didn't mean it like that..."

Beside him, Donovan Jennings, watching his father suppress the young one with a single look, turned his gaze to Azura Loomis,

"Azura, do you feel wronged living with the Jennings Family?"

Called out, Azura Loomis's face turned slightly pale, and she hurriedly denied, "No, Brother Donovan, you've misunderstood me."

"In that case, stop saying things that might cause misunderstandings in the future." Donovan Jennings maintained his smile, but his voice carried an undeniable pressure.

Azura Loomis opened her mouth, hesitated, and then lowered her head without daring to speak further, silently biting her lip.

At this moment, Odessa spoke up to break the tension, "It's my oversight, just a room, it shouldn't be a problem."

"Your arrangements were indeed inappropriate." Donovan Jennings, as the eldest grandson of the Jennings Family, never sugarcoated his words, even with elders. "Scarlett is my sister, the eldest daughter of the Jennings Family. Having her live in an unused nursery room is laughable."

As he spoke, he suddenly wrapped an arm around Scarlett's shoulder, protectively, "My sister came home, not to endure this kind of grievance."

With those words, he unintentionally made Azura Loomis's cheeks flush.

She had just hinted to everyone that she was wronged, and here Donovan turned it around, saying that having Scarlett stay in her used room was the real injustice.

Wasn't he embarrassing her?

On the other hand, Scarlett, suddenly having her shoulder embraced, froze.

It wasn't clear if it was because of Donovan's gesture or his words.

The supposed grievances couldn't be compared to what she experienced at the Garrison Family, just words.

But it was the first time someone showed concern about whether she felt wronged.

A warmth spread through her heart, like feeling for the first time what family should be.

Odessa's face showed slight embarrassment, secretly cursing Donovan Jennings for never giving her face, and instinctively she looked at Luca Jennings and Old Sir Jiang, only to find them both silent. Unable to voice her frustration, she endeavored to maintain her composure,

"Donovan is right, it's my fault for not considering it thoroughly. I will have someone rearrange it."

Donovan immediately smiled and nodded at her, "Please, take care of it soon, Aunt."

Then he turned to the others, "I'll take Scarlett for a walk in the garden."

After speaking, without caring about anyone's opinion, he led Scarlett toward the garden.

With their departure, the atmosphere in the hall grew tense again. Odessa felt extremely aggrieved and was about to explain when the butler walked in and addressed Old Sir Jiang,

"Sir, there's a call from the gate saying Mrs. Garrison is here to visit."

The surname Garrison, everyone immediately thought of Scarlett.

Thinking that she had just been brought over from the Garrison Family, why would someone chase after her now?

"Is she here for Scarlett? It seems she can't bear to part with the child." The third aunt of the Jennings Family said with a laugh, trying to ease the tension.

She had noticed Scarlett came in without luggage.

Not knowing the reason, the Garrison Family must have come to bring her belongings.

Knowing Scarlett is the daughter of the Jennings, even a confused Garrison Family wouldn't make such a mistake as not providing her luggage.

The butler hesitated a bit, then said, "That Mrs. Garrison is here to visit Mrs. George."

The third aunt's smile froze, puzzled, "To see me?"

Why would someone from the Garrison Family come see her without the child?

...

On the other side.

The Jennings Family garden had a classic European style, the vintage fence on the side of the villa was covered with roses, the meticulously maintained lawn spread green brilliantly in the summer sun.

Following behind Donovan Jennings, Scarlett listened to him casually introduce the little things in the garden, but her thoughts quietly drifted back to when Donovan stood up for her in the living room.

There was a curious, subtle feeling.

After a while, she couldn't help but softly say, "Thank you."

Donovan stopped and looked at her, then suddenly smiled and ruffled her hair, "With your brother, no need for thanks."

Scarlett just stared at him, looking slightly dazed with her hair tousled, which deepened Donovan's smile even more.

Just as he was about to say something else, his phone rang at the perfect moment. He glanced at the caller, signaling Scarlett to roam around as she liked, and he stepped aside to take the call.

Scarlett continued walking forward, going about ten steps before her gaze fell on a woman cleaning furniture in a gazebo.

The woman was about fifty, with an unassuming appearance, but from Scarlett's angle, she could easily see the gloomy aura entangled around her, which is something clinging only to those tainted by wickedness.

Scarlett normally disliked meddling because getting involved unnecessarily could invite karmic entanglements.

But if ignored, the woman's dark aura might affect others in the house.

She approached her.

The woman, with a rag in hand, mechanically wiping, looked dazed with confusion, her eyes occasionally glancing in one direction until Scarlett stood in front of her, jolting her back to awareness as she hurriedly greeted,

"M-Miss."

"You recognize me?" Scarlett was somewhat surprised; she had only been in this house for a bit more than half an hour, without having met all the Jennings Family members.

"The butler gave all the staff photos to recognize Miss beforehand so we wouldn't accidentally offend you." The woman smiled ingratiatingly, explaining.

Scarlett didn't expect the Jennings Family to make such arrangements, quietly considerate, truly befits a prestigious family.

"Is there something you need, Miss?" The woman asked as Scarlett remained silent.

Scarlett was about to speak when suddenly she saw two familiar figures walking in through the garden gate.

It was Emma White and Isolde Garrison.

Both were led in by the butler in a suit, spotting Scarlett in the gazebo immediately, and their faces turned to shock.

"What are you doing here?!"